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ladelinee · 5 months ago

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Summary: (𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥! ☺️) 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘌𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Word Count: 3𝘒

Warnings: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

🩵 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 🩵

You were on a beach in the Caribbean, the sun kissed your skin, turning it golden, and you felt the fine sand gently exfoliating the soles of your feet. You sighed, feeling peace and comfort. With a bit of trepidation, you walked towards the shore, unsure if the water would be too cold. As the waves broke and you approached, you felt the freshly wet sand and sensed that the temperature wasn’t too bad.

You started to slowly wade into the water, the waves dancing with you, letting your body be carried away. The water was crystal clear, and its blue hue was striking. It relaxed you so much that you lay back in the water and floated, your body undulating, the waves massaging you. You found peace in that sensation and closed your eyes.

Suddenly, your body began to move more and more, the sea became a bit murky, and the blue sky above turned dark gray. The wind began to blow strongly, making the waves swallow you. You fought for your life, and when you surfaced, you found yourself among icebergs.

At that moment, a distant but intense voice imposed itself on the scene.

"Damn it!"

You looked around but couldn’t find anyone. Your anxiety levels began to rise as you noticed the water temperature dropping drastically.

With a sudden jolt, you woke up, your breathing rapid and heart racing. The room was bathed in a bluish dimness, with soft dawn light filtering through the window. Your vision was blurred, but you could see Elvis moving around the room, cursing quietly. When he realized you were awake, his eyes met yours.

“Hey, honey. Sorry… I’ve just… uh…” Elvis spoke with a hint of nervousness in his voice, unsure of what to say or do. Suddenly, you felt him carefully pulling back the sheets, removing the hot water bottle that was meant to keep you warm. He looked at you with concern as he said, “Yeah, I’m just gonna change out the water real quick, okay darlin’?”

It suddenly dawned on you what was happening. The water in the hot water bottle had cooled, and it was causing your hands to ache again. As you tried to move the duvet a bit more, a sharp pain shot through your hands, and you thought to yourself “Oh no, not again…”

Since you were diagnosed with this condition, Elvis has been very attentive to you, sometimes too much. This condition wasn’t very serious but it certainly wasn’t comfortable. However, for Elvis, it felt like the end of the world.

This was going to be the first week you stayed at Graceland, at Elvis’ insistence, and everything was new to you.

The sound of Elvis' energetic footsteps against the carpet filled your ears, followed by the feeling of the mattress sinking on your right side. You knew he had sat down on the bed, and then the soft click of the lamp on his bedside table being turned on filled the room with a warm, gentle glow.

“All right, lemme see, darlin’” Elvis tenderly said as he searched for one of your hands. With the additional light, you could now see his face. His pitch-black hair was tousled, his usually bright blue eyes were partially closed and slightly squinted due to the sudden brightness of the lamp, and his eyes were puffy with dark circles underneath— signs that he hadn't gotten much sleep.

As Elvis gently held your hand, you could see the difference between your hand and his. Your fingers were white and had bluish tips, while his hand was perfectly tanned and much larger in comparison. The stark contrast was striking, highlighting the difference in your skin color.

“Oh, worse than I thought” Elvis said, inspecting each of your fingers held between his big hands. You could feel a significant temperature difference as soon as he touched you.

“Let’s forget about the hot water bottle for now,” Elvis said, setting it aside before getting back into bed. He positioned himself in front of you and pulled you closer. “Let’s remove that icy color and keep you warm. C’mere, darlin’” he said, opening the top of his robe and revealing his chest. With gentle hands, he took both of your cold hands and placed them against his warm chest. He then wrapped your hands back up in the robe, creating a snug cocoon of warmth around them.

You felt the rise and fall of his breathing, extremely comforting, his heartbeats were intense but steady. Gradually, your hands began to warm up with the contact of his skin.

“Rough night?” you asked amid the silence, seeing his puffy eyes while you waited for your hands to come back to normal.

Elvis curved his lips into a smile. “They ain’t never bad when you’re with me. In fact, I reckon I should be askin’ you that!” he replied.

You were well aware that Elvis suffered from insomnia, but his decision to stop taking his sleeping pills to ensure he could care for you in case something happened at night caused you to feel a bit guilty. It was a selfless gesture, showing how much he cared for your well-being, even at the cost of his own sleep.

But that was just the way Elvis was, or at least it would be until he adjusted to this new reality—or until he finished reading all the books he had requested his guys to buy for him about Raynaud’s phenomenon. Lately, you had seen him very worried and nervous, wanting to protect you but not sure how. For now, anyway, this was how things would remain until further notice.

"How are you feeling, baby?” Elvis asked, breaking the silence and gently covering the area where he had tucked your hands inside his robe. His voice was filled with tenderness and worry as he asked, searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

"It's going numb” you replied, describing the uncomfortable feeling. Although it wasn’t pleasant to feel that way, you felt a sense of relief knowing that this was usually the final stage. Soon, your fingers would regain their normal feeling.

Elvis looked into your eyes, trying to comfort you despite the concern that flickered across his own face. “Mmm, let’s have a look,” he said in a more cheerful tone, carefully taking one of your hands from his chest. As he intently studied your fingers, you noticed the tips gradually changing color, becoming red as the blood circulation slowly returned. However, the burning sensation was undeniable.

A variety of emotions swirled within you. On one hand, you felt an immense sense of protection when Elvis took care of you, yet on the other, you were reluctant to trouble him with these issues. You knew his busy agenda, and arguing with him was futile, as he would always prioritize your well-being over his commitments.

With a soft sigh escaping through his nostrils, Elvis carefully studied your expression and could instantly sense what was going through your mind. Then, with tenderness, he started kissing each of your fingers, his soft lips gently touching your skin. Gradually, the warmth of his breath and the affectionate contact with his lips helped your fingers regain their normal feeling, providing a soothing sensation as they slowly returned to their normal state.

You let out a satisfied hum, feeling a gradual wave of relief wash over you as a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Elvis stopped kissing your fingers and looked at you, with a smile on his face.

"I take it that means it's better" he said, his expression filled with warmth.

"Yes, much better. Thank you," you said, expressing your gratitude with a smile of your own.

"Now, darlin’, be sure to keep the hot water bottle close” Elvis suggested, carefully placing the bottle between your body and his. Once the bottle was securely in place, he gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a soothing embrace. "I'll take care of ya" he mumbled, his voice firm and reassuring. "Go back to sleep, I’ve got ya."

“Hmm, I don't think I’ll be able to fall asleep again” you said, looking at the window where the first rays of the morning sun were shining through.

Elvis chuckled, continuing to trace comforting circles on your back as he lifted his head to look at your face, which was nestled against his chest.

“I ain’t feelin’ sleepy either, to be honest” he admitted, a small smile playing on his lips. “How ’bout we have a big breakfast?”

Your stomach rumbled in agreement, the thought of food already eliciting a satisfied response.

“Sounds perfect,” you replied, your voice filled with excitement.

Elvis then twisted his torso, stretching his arm towards the edge of the bed. With his free hand, he carefully picked up the golden phone on the nightstand. The cold metal felt smooth against his fingers as he expertly pressed the buttons on the phone, dialing the number he needed.

He brought the phone to his ear, waiting for a response, his gaze still fixed on you while he continued to trace soothing circles on your back.

“Mary? Hey, good mornin’, honey. We woke up a bit earlier than usual. No, no, just a few little hiccups, ya know.” Elvis chuckled, listening to what Mary, his maid, was saying. “Could you make us breakfast? Thanks, sweetheart. See ya downstairs,” he concluded, smiling as he hung up the phone.

Elvis smiled down at you, gently kissing your forehead.

“All right, it’s time to get ya ready,” he stated confidently, well aware of what was about to happen.

You tried to reassure him, replying, “Elvis, it's gonna be too much, I’ll be fine.”

But he wouldn’t hear of it. With a tender smile, he responded “When it comes to you, there’s no such thing as ‘too much.’"

He got out of bed and continued, his voice filled with sincerity. “My mama taught me to take care of the people I love, and you are a true treasure to me, little one”

You felt a warm blush creep up your cheeks, a smile playing on your lips as you shook your head. You slid a pair of thick, soft socks onto your feet and slipped into Elvis' oversized slippers, the familiar warmth enveloping your toes.

Elvis always had a knack for persuading you, no matter the situation. He watched you, with affection and amusement, as you clumsily maneuvered across the room in his enormous slippers.

Elvis walked over to the closet and selected one of his robes, carefully bringing it over to you. With a tender tone, he instructed, "Arms up!"

You obediently raised your arms, feeling the luxurious fabric envelope your body. As he secured the robe around you, you couldn’t help smiling when you notice the embroidered “EP” on the right side.

Next, Elvis reached for the mittens he had bought for you. They were pristine white, fluffy, and lined with soft fur inside, guaranteed to keep your hands warm and cozy.

“Elvis…” you said, holding out your arms so he could see what he was doing.

“What, darlin’?” Elvis asked with an innocent look. His eyes traveled up and down, scanning you. He burst out laughing when he saw you in the oversized slippers, robe, and mittens.

Elvis smirked enjoying your mood, as he gently touched the tip of your nose with his finger.

“I see what you mean, but trust me, you look adorable” he assured you, a hint of playful mockery in his tone.

You huffed in mock indignation, readjusting the loose robe draped over your body. "Oh, everyone's going to have a good laugh when I go downstairs like this" you declared, trying to sound annoyed despite the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Elvis continued laughing, looking at your improvised outfit. “Come on, sweetheart, you need to stay warm. I promise I won’t let anyone laugh at ya, and if they do, I’ll take care of them myself.”

You sighed, knowing there was no way out of this without playing along. Elvis always had a way of making you feel good. “All right” you said, giving him a playful warning look.

“We sure as heck need to go shopping soon, but darlin’, with you all wrapped up in that loose robe, you look like a gift I’m just itchin’ to unwrap.” Elvis added in a playful tone before heading downstairs.

You walked down the stairs together, Elvis’ hand still firmly placed on your back. As you approached the last few steps, you sensed activity happening in the living room. From halfway down the stairs, you could see people already gathered in the room, their voices drifting up the stairs and reaching your ears.

Marty, one of Elvis' Memphis Mafia friends, greeted you both as you stepped into the living room.

Elvis, with a hint of surprise, turned to the others. "Mornin', y'all. I'm surprised to see y'all up and about so early. It's only 7:30 in the mornin'." he remarked, his eyebrow raised in mild confusion. He tightened his arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he spoke.

“We haven’t slept yet, and since we heard you were up, we stayed here” Marty replied. Next to Marty was Billy, who was laughing for some reason unknown to Elvis.

Elvis didn’t like this at all.

His voice grew colder, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. "Billy" Elvis said, reaching into the depths of his robe and pulling out a gleaming gun, "I’m gonna give ya 10 seconds to get the hell outta my sight before I turn that damn ass of yours into Swiss cheese." He pointed the gun towards the front door of Graceland.

Billy turned pale, his smile disappearing from his face as he slowly stood up, confused

“TEN! NINE..!” Elvis shouted, starting the countdown. His voice startled you.

You watched Billy run toward the front door, disappearing into the acres. Elvis followed him with slow steps, stopping at the lion statues at the entrance to see if Billy had managed to get out of his sight.

“THREE, TWO, ONE!!!” *bang* Elvis finished the countdown and fired into the sky, laughing heartily along with the guys who were watching through the window. He knew Billy would be terrified.

With a smirk, Elvis sauntered back into the house, returning to your side after his display outside. As he approached, he turned to you, a smug look on his face. "See, darlin’?" he said, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "I told ya I'd handle anybody who decided to laugh. Ain't sure if it was at you, but either way, I wasn't gonna take no chances."

You smiled, but you couldn't help but notice the odd feeling on your lips and the shiver that ran through your body. The cold air had made your lips turn a pale blue, and you were starting to feel colder by the minute.

Elvis’s expression shifted to one of concern. “Oh god, I’m sorry” Elvis apologized, thinking of a solution while hugging you. He then looked at the guys sitting on the sofa.

Elvis gave the guys a firm order, “Alright, everyone out!” The men, seeing what was happening, got up and left the room. Elvis turned back to you and led you to the sofa by the fireplace.

“Sit down, honey” he said, his voice gentle but worried as he helped you sit.

Struggling with the oversized robe wrapped around you, you finally managed to settle on the sofa. Elvis, always attentive, sat next to you, making sure everything was perfect.

A bit later, Mary, alerted by the guys, wheeled a small cart into the living room, turning it into a makeshift breakfast table.

As Elvis thanked Mary for her efforts, you were amazed at the spread: toast, pancakes, cereal, eggs… When you tried to pick up a fork, the mittens made it impossible.

“Elvis, I can’t eat like this,” you whispered, holding up your mittened hands for emphasis.

Elvis chuckled loudly after his brief conversation with Mary. “Looks like you’re at the mercy of a professional then. No complaints, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you’re fed real good,” he teased, enjoying the opportunity to personally feed you.

You both burst into laughter as Elvis, with little success, tried to feed you a toast with jam, each bite turning into a comical situation. After a while, Elvis finally gave up and gently removed the mittens, setting them aside and handing you a hot cup of coffee so you could keep your hands warm.

As you sat enjoying breakfast with Elvis by the fireplace, a cozy and pleasant atmosphere enveloped the room.

Elvis glanced at your lips, noticing their color had improved slightly.

“Your lips look a bit better,” Elvis said, looking at you closely. “Let me take a closer look real quick to make sure they’re okay.”

Elvis leaned in with deliberate tenderness, closing the gap between you. His lips touched yours, soft and gentle, offering a warm comfort to your chilled lips.

As you neared the end of your breakfast, a part of you wished for the moment to never end. The warmth of the fire, Elvis' gentle presence, and the comfort of the situation felt almost magical.

Elvis, finishing his last few bites, washed them down before speaking up, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance, "Well, we’ve got a meeting in two hours. Folks from Las Vegas are coming over."

You frowned at his words. “‘We?’ Elvis, we’ve been over this. I’d rather stay here” you replied.

“No, no, ya’re coming with me, darlin’” he insisted, his tone gentle but firm. “That way, I can keep an eye on ya.” As he spoke, he started massaging your hands, working to improve the circulation and warm them up.

You recalled how comfortable the trip from your house to Graceland had been. Elvis had arranged everything perfectly: the car’s heating was cranked up, there were blankets, a scarf, and hot water bottles ready. This journey to the meeting would be no different, yet you didn’t want Elvis to divert all his attention to you while dealing with business. You worried he might neglect his responsibilities, and that was something you couldn’t bear to forgive yourself for.

"Elvis, I’m staying here" you repeated, your voice firm. With a hint of reassurance, you added, "And I'm feeling genuinely good right now."

Elvis paused, his concern etched in his eyes as he asked, "Ya sure honey?" You nodded without hesitation.

He sighed, a hint of reluctance in his voice, “Alright” he said. “I’ll make sure the guys stay here with ya, and we’ll give Dr. Nick a call if anything comes up. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

You reassured him, your tone filled with confidence, "Don’t worry, I'll be right here."

Elvis then showered your face with soft, affectionate kisses, his arms encircling you protectively.

As he held you close, you whispered to him, "You know I love you, right?"

A warm smile tugged at the corners of Elvis' lips, his voice filled with tenderness, "And I love ya too, little one."

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searchingforgravity · 4 months ago

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Graceland Experience - PART 1

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: In an impromptu adventure to Memphis, you decide to visit Graceland. You get much more than what you pay for when you find yourself in Elvis' home...in 1961.

TW: Mention of death, depiction of pain

Word Count: 1144

A/N: This story is an idea I've had for a while. Just trying it out and seeing how it goes!

"Uh, I'm sorry, honey- you said Jerry was givin' you a tour of the house?"

Bile quickly climbs to your throat as your face flushes. Your ears start ringing uncontrollably. This is impossible.

"No, I uh- um, I don't really know what-"

You are interrupted when another man emerges from the entryway and looks at you with curiosity. You recognize the man. Jerry Schilling.

"I don't really know what...I'm doing here."

You get tunnel vision. Maybe you are dead. It would make a lot more sense than what's happening right now. Then the tunnel vision goes to complete darkness and you feel yourself losing your footing.

"Aw, shit, E! She's gonna-"

The last thing you hear is rushed footsteps quickly approaching you.

The morning of...

Ding!Ding!Ding! The blaring sound of your alarm goes off on your phone as you are ripped out of a slumber. Groaning, you grab for your phone on the bedside table, shutting it off before sitting up in bed, squinting as the sun peaks through the blinds of the small, one bed hotel room. The musty scent of a cheap motel slips its way into your nose as you stretch in bed.

Peeling off the covers, exhilaration runs through you at the thought of where you're going today. Graceland. Suddenly, the dreary state of the washed out room doesn't bother you as much as it did when you first arrived. You never thought you'd visit the home of Elvis Presley, but a chance trip to Memphis seemed to have led you straight there. You'd seen a poster for the famous home when you were out at a restaurant and decided there was no chance you were going to miss this opportunity. Flipping the light on in the bathroom, you start the shower and let it run until warm water streams down. After feeling for a good temperature, you strip of your clothes as you get ready for the day ahead of you.

Later

Stepping up to the stairs of Graceland, you almost can't believe your eyes. After years of yearning to see the home of Elvis Presley, you're finally here. You admire the beautiful white pillars as the tour guide, an older woman with a deep southern drawl, leads the group up to the doors.

Entering the house, you can almost feel the electricity buzzing around you. Both from the excitement of being inside the house of Elvis Presley and from the other tour group members mumbling amongst themselves. You look over to a group of three girls about your age, dressed up and giggling to each other as if they were going to meet Elvis himself.

What a dream.

You listen as the tour guide shows off Elvis' memorabilia and you feel like you are in a dream. You waited years to finally come here, and now you're looking at his personal items. The tvs, the piano, his 15 foot long couch.

"Elvis would spend a lot of his time playing at this very piano. He loved playing for his friends and family along with..." the tour guide explains, but your attention is on everything else around you.

The stained glass windows, the beautiful decor, the atmosphere itself is enveloping you in this sense of wonder. You almost get left behind as the group continues on. It's only when the tour guide starts talking about something in the next room over that your attention returns to the present and you hurry to catch up with the group.

As the hour finishes up, you and the group make your way back to the living room to end the tour. Seeing the jungle room was the highlight for you, with the shag carpet on the ceiling and the ridiculous furniture. You tried to hide the giggle that came out at the incredible absurdity of it. Now as you make your way to the door, you are feeling a sense of contentment at finally seeing his home.

Until something stops you.

You are at the back of the group about the approach the door when you are suddenly struck by a sense of nausea so great it forces you to stop in your tracks. Then, almost instantaneously, a splitting headache so painful you almost fall to your knees. All sounds around you cease to exist as you grab for the closest item around to stable yourself. Your hand reaches out and touches fabric. Ah, a couch.

Without another thought, your hand briefly feels for the seat before you hastily sit on it, your head immediately falling in the palms of your hands. Then a pain in your head so intense it makes you audibly gasp, the feeling too strong to call out for help. You feel as if your head is splitting open. You feel as if something very wrong is happening. What if you're dying?

Another wave of nausea comes over you and you keel over, feeling like you are going to faint. The room feels as though it's spinning. You can't open your eyes even if you wanted to, the pain is so strong. Finally a groan leaves your throat. You are about to scream for help when suddenly, it all stops.

You are frozen in place. Maybe you passed out. Sounds start coming back to you, but you no longer hear the group. Frankly, you can't hear much of anything, just an empty room. Then you hear a car pull up to the driveway outside. Maybe one of the taxis or an Uber for a group member. Remembering you are still in a folded position on the couch, you slowly pull your head out from your hands.

The group is nowhere to be seen. You look around and everything looks as it was. Almost. There are shoes by the door you hadn't seen before. Also items strewn around, not messily, but like the house has been lived in recently. Perking up more, you look around to investigate further. There are no restricted signs on anything. That's when you remember there was a sign of the very couch you're sitting on. Quickly, you stand up, backing away from the couch.

Then you hear a car door shut along with the voices of two men coming towards the house. Before you know it the front door is opening along with muffled conversation before one of the men walks into another room, the other one walking towards the room you're in. Good, you can apologize for losing the group and head to the gift shop. When the man walks into the room you look up to say hi...then stop. No. You are frozen once again.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know anyone was here...uh-who are you dear? And what are you wearing there?"

A confused man looks you over in your jeans and t-shirt. No, not just any man. Elvis Presley.

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